parentshiftbook Chapter 510 Your ears are good, may I add it to my collection?
Chapter 510 Your ears are good, may I add it to my collection?
Chen Lan remained calm and uttered eight words: "If there are faults, correct them; if not, strive to improve."
Purple Eyes: "..."
Her mouth was agape, like a fish that had been pulled ashore; she couldn't utter a single word.
Lin Feng kept his head down as he wrote the prescription, his lips barely managing to stay up with a smile.
After Chen Lan left, Zi Tong slowly sat back down in her chair, burying her face in her hands, her exposed earlobes still burning red.
Several seconds passed before she let out a muffled sound—
"...I hate you, Chen Lan!"
Lin Feng lowered his head, finished writing the last few words, tore off a prescription sheet, and handed it over.
"Take this and go to the pharmacy to get your medicine."
Zi Tong raised her eyes from between her fingers, but before she could reach out, she heard Lin Feng add:
"There's nothing shameful about it; it's human nature to eat and have sex."
Zi Tong grabbed the prescription, sprang up from the chair, and turned to leave.
His steps were quick and hurried, as if a ghost was chasing him.
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Meanwhile, at the pharmacy.
The bitter smell of medicine in the air was no longer unbearable for Park Chang-ho.
He even felt that he was starting to get used to the smell, just like he was used to the indistinct smacking sounds that the male pharmacist in the corner of the counter behind him would occasionally make.
Park Chang-ho pushed up his frameless glasses, skillfully took a bottle of medicine from the third shelf of the medicine cabinet, checked the label, and placed it on the table. He was a completely different person from the flustered man he had been two hours earlier.
He's already figured out the tricks of the trade when it comes to dispensing medicine and matching prescriptions to patient numbers.
"Beep".
The computer screen flashed, and a new prescription popped up.
Park Chang-ho glanced at it casually, his gaze landing on the first medicine name before stopping.
【爨龾鉉爩Wan（cuàn dá nàng yù wán）】
He stared at the name of the medicine for three seconds, making sure he wasn't mistaken, then frowned, turned around, and walked towards the medicine cabinet.
I couldn't find it on the first try.
Park Chang-ho licked his lips and searched again.
Still not.
A thin layer of sweat began to seep from his forehead.
He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, slowed down, and started checking each row again, beginning from the first row.
By the fourth time, his hands had started to tremble slightly.
An impatient cough came from behind me.
Park Chang-ho turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and bluish-gray skin standing outside the pharmacy window, his cloudy eyes staring intently at him through the glass.
"Are you done yet?" The voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.
"Right away, right away." Park Chang-ho said with a forced smile, turning around to continue searching, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
The fifth time.
still none.
Black smoke began to seep out from the middle-aged man's collar and cuffs, like boiling water overflowing from the edge of a pot.
"I said—is it done yet?" His voice suddenly rose, and black mist seeped in from the window, completely engulfing the computer screen.
Park Chang-ho's back stiffened.
Turning around, her gaze fell on the male ghost pharmacist behind the counter who had remained silent.
"Um..." Park Chang-ho forced himself to walk over, his voice low, "I can't find this medicine, could you help me take a look?"
The male ghost pharmacist didn't move, he just tilted his head, his larger eye rolled around, while his smaller eye remained completely still.
"Help you? Sure, but... I can't help you for nothing."
Park Chang-ho suddenly felt a tightness in his anus and subconsciously squeezed his legs together.
"What...what do you want?"
The male quack pharmacist let out a low laugh.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the anus."
Park Chang-ho had just breathed a sigh of relief when the male ghost's next sentence came crashing down on him—
"Just give me one of your ears."
"...What?"
"Ears," the male ghost pointed to his left ear, "you're the only one missing from my collection."
Park Chang-ho's eyes widened, and he took a step back: "Can we change to something else? Clothes? A watch? I'll give you anything you want, but my ears are really..."
"Whatever," the male ghost said, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Then you can find the medicine yourself."
Behind them, the black mist surrounding the middle-aged man outside the window grew thicker and thicker, and his furious voice boomed like thunder:
"If you don't hurry up, I'll use you as a medicinal ingredient to stew!"
Park Chang-ho glanced back—the middle-aged male ghost's eyes had turned pure blood red.
Its mouth was wide open, revealing two rows of jagged, sharp teeth. Saliva dripped from the corners of its mouth, making a hissing, corrosive sound on the ground.
Park Chang-ho clenched his fists tightly. He knew the difference between an ear and a life.
"……OK."
The male ghost pharmacist's lips curled into a grin.
He pulled a knife from the pocket of his white coat; the blade was thin and sharp.
He stood up and walked up to Park Chang-ho.
"Don't move, it'll be quick."
Park Chang-ho closed his eyes tightly, his whole body tense like a fully drawn bowstring.
The blade touched the skin at the base of my left ear—it was icy cold, like a winter leaf.
A light swipe.
I felt almost nothing.
Park Chang-ho opened his eyes and saw the male ghost pharmacist holding a bloody ear in his hand, with the small earring he had specially put on before leaving home that morning hanging on the earlobe.
That was his left ear.
He raised his hand to touch the area around his left ear—he felt a smooth, warm, slightly damp wound that didn't hurt.
The male quack pharmacist took off the earring and handed it back to him: "Here, take this back. I don't need it."
Then he opened his mouth and gently spat on the wound.
A slight tingling sensation came over me, and after a few seconds, the itch disappeared, and the wound became dry and smooth, as if it had been healed for a long time.
"The bleeding has stopped." The male ghost pharmacist put the ear into a transparent bag with satisfaction, tied it up, and casually pointed to the right. "The medicine you wanted is on the fourth shelf of cabinet C3, the fifth one from the left. It's hidden in the back."
Park Chang-ho stumbled over.
On the fourth shelf of cabinet C3, the fifth one from the left was a medicine bottle with a blurred label, which he had picked up and looked at before.
He moved the bottle of medicine away.
A small box of medicine was suddenly revealed behind it, with the name of the medicine he had been searching for clearly written on the label.
Park Chang-ho was stunned.
The thing he had been searching for was hidden behind a medicine bottle he had touched.
I was so angry I could have punched a nerve, but it was too late to regret it.
He handed the medicine to the middle-aged male ghost outside the window. The ghost took the medicine and glared at him fiercely.
"I'll let it slide today since you lost an ear! Be smarter next time!"
Park Chang-ho nodded hurriedly.
Once the black mist had completely disappeared outside the window, he slumped into a chair, feeling as if all his bones had been removed.
He raised his hand and touched the empty space behind his left ear, then looked down at the small earring in his palm.
With South Korea's advanced medical aesthetics industry... they should be able to solve ear problems, right?
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On the other side, in the psychiatric ward.
The door to treatment room number 13 was pushed open, and Eric (the chosen one from the fairy tale kingdom, playing a mental patient) was dragged in by two caregivers.
His legs were still weak. After two long and grueling hours of consultation and various tests, his strength had been almost completely depleted.
Two caregivers pressed him onto the treatment bed and bound his hands and feet with belts.
He didn't struggle—not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't have the strength.
"New here?" a voice came from the corner of the room.
Eric turned his head.
A female ghost emerged from the shadows...